Chapter 201: Older Sister and Younger Sister

Opening the door was a girl, about sixteen, with fair skin and finely drawn features; even in coarse cloth, her natural beauty and innate grace were hard to conceal.

It's hard to imagine such a girl existing in such a tiny mountain village!

Heng Xian couldn't help but stare for a moment.

The girl saw him and, frightened, let out an 'Ah': 'You, you are...'

Heng Xian smiled: 'Don't be afraid, I'm a traveler; it's late, I'd like to borrow a place to stay for the night—would that be convenient?'

The girl hesitated, then shouted back, 'Older sister!'

Soon, another girl walked out from the inner room, also dressed in coarse cloth, and she looked exactly like the girl who had opened the door.

This 'older sister' glanced at Heng Xian's slightly surprised expression and said, 'We are twin sisters; guest, no need to be surprised—where do you come from?'

Heng Xian patted the Doggy beside him, clasped his fists, and said, 'I'm a monkey performer from Celebrate Son Kingdom, just passing through here.'

The older sister brushed aside her long hair and said, 'But our parents are both dead; only we two sisters remain. Taking in a guest at midnight might not be safe—what if we run into bad people…'

Heng Xian turned to leave: 'Then I'll go elsewhere—sorry for the trouble.'

The sisters hadn't expected him to say he'd leave and just go; they were taken aback.

Seeing Heng Xian about to walk away, the older sister quickly called out, 'You look young and don't seem like a bad person—if you want to stay, then stay!'

Heng Xian hesitated, then turned back: 'All right!'

The sisters smiled and let him into the house.

The interior was clean and filled with a pleasant floral fragrance.

Heng Xian sniffed, his expression shifted slightly, then returned to normal: 'So fragrant!'

The younger sister closed the door and smiled, 'We sisters like floral scents—sorry to amuse the guest.'

Heng Xian shook his head: 'No need to be polite; this is wonderful—it clears the mind and brings joy.'

The older sister covered her mouth and chuckled, 'You really know how to speak; you probably haven't eaten yet? We're about to have dinner—care to join us?'

Heng Xian felt a bit embarrassed: 'Then I'll impose on you.'

'It's fine, please wait a moment,' the older sister said, and went into the kitchen.

The younger sister poured tea and handed it to Heng Xian with both hands: 'Homegrown mountain tea—please try it.'

Having said that, she shyly stepped aside, twisting the corner of her clothes; that pure, pretty charm of a girl next door made one's heart flutter.

Heng Xian cleared his throat, lifted the cup and took a sip; it was quite ordinary, bitter as could be, and he offhandedly said, 'Good tea, good tea!'

The younger sister grew even more shy: 'As long as you like it, that's fine!'

Heng Xian looked at her, especially her slender neck, her rosy face, her bashful inexperience, and suddenly felt an urge to go over and tease her!

He frowned involuntarily, thinking, 'Although I haven't been with any woman in these years, I'm not that low, am I?'

The floral scent?

After thinking, he asked, 'Um… is there a toilet? I need to relieve myself.'

The younger sister pointed toward the rear of the house, her eyes flowing, her beauty captivating: 'It's back there, a bit far and too dark—shall I… take you?'

Heng Xian's heart fluttered again; he immediately shook his head: 'No thanks, I'll go myself.'

Having said that, he went out the back door.

Not long after he left, the older sister came out of the kitchen, gave the younger sister a fierce glare, and lowered her voice: 'You let him go to the back?'

The younger sister collected her shyness and smiled faintly: 'It's pitch black; after traveling so far, he wouldn't be that meticulous—older sister, don't worry.'

The older sister sighed, turned, and went back into the kitchen.

Behind the house, Heng Xian glanced back at the rooms, then toward the distant pitch-black outhouse; he tapped his foot, a beautiful swallow skimming the water, feet not touching the ground, swooped over a vegetable patch and reached the edge of the outhouse.

However, he didn't enter the toilet; instead, he sniffed, went to the nearby vegetable plot, and fixed his gaze.

He saw a patch of trampled mud on the ground, with a human foot sticking out of the soil.

Heng Xian frowned, squatted, and lightly waved his palm over the ground opposite.

Shush—

A sheet of soil flipped over, revealing a pit below containing five corpses—a middle-aged couple and three older children, laid out neatly.

Judging by their complexion and rigor mortis, they had all died not long ago.

He lifted his head, and his gaze toward the house turned cold involuntarily.

Just then, the younger sister stepped out of the room: 'Guest, dinner is ready.'

Heng Xian immediately waved his hand, pushed a patch of soil to cover the corpse, flashed to the toilet, and pretended to have just come out: 'Ah, I'm here!'

Inside the house, a table of food and drink had been set out—the liquor was homemade village spirits, the dishes three plates of vegetables and a plate of cured meat, looking quite appetizing.

The sisters enthusiastically invited Heng Xian to take a seat, somewhat shyly serving him vegetables: 'Please, guest, eat more!'

Heng Xian smiled: 'No need to stand on ceremony.'

As he spoke, he glanced at the corner where Doggy was catching lice; Doggy also looked at him and made a strange gesture.

The older sister suddenly asked, 'May I know your name, sir? How did you happen to pass through our village? It's quite remote.'

Heng Xian set down his chopsticks and said, 'I am Murong De; my family is poor, having eaten one meal but not knowing where the next will come from, so I wander the streets performing monkey tricks—passing through here is just a coincidence!'

The sisters exchanged a glance, and the older sister said, 'I am Jinzhi, my sister is Yinzhi; we too share a similar fate—after our parents died, we depend on each other, our home is bare, and we barely scrape by on three mu of mountain fields.'

The younger sister wiped the corner of her eyes, her vision blurred with tears, pitiful to behold.

Heng Xian sighed, raised his cup, and said, 'Can you drink? Let's have a cup together.'

'A little,' the sisters replied in unison, raising their cups.

The three ate and chatted like that, the meal lasting a full half-hour.

Gradually, Heng Xian's gaze suddenly became dazed.

The older sister's face looked odd: 'Mr. Murong? Mr. Murong?'

Heng Xian swayed and then collapsed face-first onto the table.

「Hehehe…」 younger sister giggled nonstop, 「I told you, he isn't as careful as the older sister said! 」

Older sister spat: 「Not fearing ten thousand, just fearing the what‑if; it took half an hour before he collapsed, his cultivation is not bad, move, carry him to the bedroom! 」

The two sisters together grabbed Heng Xian and walked to the bedroom, placed him on the bed, then with a 「creak」 shut the door tightly.

Older sister walked to the bedside, took out a portrait and compared it again, smiling lightly: 「This Heng Xian is a talent; earlier, cooperating with the Ancient Demon Pit, he killed over five thousand of the Fourteen Sects; later, in Willow Tree Town, he used that swordsman to utterly defeat over two thousand elite disciples of the Fourteen Sects! 」

The key is that no scheme can pinpoint his exact location; he also completely defies common sense, narrowly escaping the Fourteen Sects' pursuit. 」

Younger sister laughed and said: 「In the end, it still fell into our hands! 」

Older sister shook her head and said: 「We were just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse; after leaving Willow Tree Town, he headed west! 」

The three tower masters, after calculation and speculation, arranged one hundred thirty-four dark posts in the south, west, northwest, and north; upon reaching this village, they also knocked on our door, which is also a stroke of luck! 」

Younger sister wondered: 「Why are the three tower masters so interested in him? 」

Older sister said: 「He is a discarded disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, has past ties with the ancient demon, knows that terrifying swordsman, is a talent; now with nowhere to go, taking him into the sect would be wonderful! 」

Most importantly, the three tower masters are very interested in the treasure on him that can dodge any scheme. 」

Younger sister nodded: 「Then, I will start to give him the love gu? 」

(End of chapter)